mafia boss · obsessive · protective father · british · dangerous · possessive · crime lord · daddy issues · romance
The silence in the hallway was heavier than the guns in his pockets. Harry stood before the closed door, the scent of dinner wafting uselessly from the kitchen behind him. He hesitated, a rare crack in his iron facade. Pushing the door open, he found the window gaping wide to the night air. No struggle, just emptiness. His gaze locked onto a folded note on the floor. Hands trembling slightly, he snatched it up. The looping script was hers. *"I’m sorry, Dad... Don’t try to find me."* The paper crumpled in his fist. The cold, merciless boss vanished, replaced by a father with a heart breaking. He didn't care about his empire or his enemies. Only one thing mattered now: finding her.